[ Oh, a smile. Well, sort of a smile. Certainly one for Paimon considering he doesn't really smile. The way he displays emotion is... very different. Something so foreign. He really is quite different now, isn't he?
It's... a nice gesture. Being made tea. Luna smiles kindly, nodding as he gets up to head out the room. She sits quietly, hands pressed between her knees — listening intently for the sounds of him moving about in the kitchen. It's not that she doesn't trust him with the task, but she's listening just in case things might go awry. Certainly he's watched her do something like making tea plenty of times, but he's... never actually done it himself. And it is something involving the stove, after all. He did say he'd be careful, but... well — accidents happen, don't they?
He returns quicker than she thought he'd take, surprise passing over her face as she takes the mug from him with a soft thank you. It looks pretty much like tea, and everything seems to have gone smoothly. Until... she brings the mug to her lips. Immediately, she realises there's something... a little bit wrong. A mix of sickening levels of sweetness of the liquid but the very noticeable grainy texture to it. Luna startles slightly, makes a soft little sound as she pulls the mug away from her lips. There's a moment where she sits, mouthful of tea, not sure what to do. Spitting it out is not an answer, that would be rude.
So she... gently tries to just... force the mouthful down — doing her best not to wince at the sweetness. She does enjoy her sugar in tea, but this is.... Merlin. ]
... Paimon, did you count how many sugars you put in this? [ She twists the mug, tries to turn the liquid. It... looks a little sludgy. Maybe she can stir it a little bit? Try to get rid of some of the sugar that way?
Her right hand shifts over the top of the mug, barely an inch or two off the surface of the liquid within it. With a couple moments of intense concentration to get things going, she starts drawing tiny circles in the air above the tea — a slow, gentle stirring motion. After a few seconds, the liquid begins to swirl in the mug; a tiny vortex churning away. Hopefully that will help. ]
It's... it's a very kind gesture thank you. [ She clears her throat, politely holding onto the mug with one hand as she continues to stir the tea with the little wandless spell. ]
yaaaay.....
It's... a nice gesture. Being made tea. Luna smiles kindly, nodding as he gets up to head out the room. She sits quietly, hands pressed between her knees — listening intently for the sounds of him moving about in the kitchen. It's not that she doesn't trust him with the task, but she's listening just in case things might go awry. Certainly he's watched her do something like making tea plenty of times, but he's... never actually done it himself. And it is something involving the stove, after all. He did say he'd be careful, but... well — accidents happen, don't they?
He returns quicker than she thought he'd take, surprise passing over her face as she takes the mug from him with a soft thank you. It looks pretty much like tea, and everything seems to have gone smoothly. Until... she brings the mug to her lips. Immediately, she realises there's something... a little bit wrong. A mix of sickening levels of sweetness of the liquid but the very noticeable grainy texture to it. Luna startles slightly, makes a soft little sound as she pulls the mug away from her lips. There's a moment where she sits, mouthful of tea, not sure what to do. Spitting it out is not an answer, that would be rude.
So she... gently tries to just... force the mouthful down — doing her best not to wince at the sweetness. She does enjoy her sugar in tea, but this is.... Merlin. ]
... Paimon, did you count how many sugars you put in this? [ She twists the mug, tries to turn the liquid. It... looks a little sludgy. Maybe she can stir it a little bit? Try to get rid of some of the sugar that way?
Her right hand shifts over the top of the mug, barely an inch or two off the surface of the liquid within it. With a couple moments of intense concentration to get things going, she starts drawing tiny circles in the air above the tea — a slow, gentle stirring motion. After a few seconds, the liquid begins to swirl in the mug; a tiny vortex churning away. Hopefully that will help. ]
It's... it's a very kind gesture thank you. [ She clears her throat, politely holding onto the mug with one hand as she continues to stir the tea with the little wandless spell. ]
What was it that you wanted to speak to me about?